The "Ex" Future Mrs. Meanie

*sigh*

I never dreamed I'd be posting a blog entry on this subject, but after more than 5 years together, I have come to the realization that the Future Mrs. Meanie and I in fact no longer have a future, so I have decided to walk away.

Now I know I'm the Screaming Meanie, so by definition I should say something nasty about her to justify my decision to leave, however out of respect for the love we shared, I am not going to use this blog as an avenue to bash her or make her look bad.

What you need to know is that we both did everything we could to make our relationship work, it's a decision that I didn't take lightly, and that my reasons for leaving are valid.

The hardest part of our break up for me will be not seeing her children any longer. I have been around both of her kids since birth (the Ex-Future Mrs. Meanie and I have known each other for 13 years) and I have grown to love them dearly. But since I have no parental rights to them I have no visitation rights either. I can only hope that one day we are both able to get past our bitterness so that we can spend time with each other's kids.

Of course I can't rule out the possibility that one day the Ex-Future Mrs. Meanie and I might become friends again, but I don't think it's likely. We've tried being "just friends" in the past and we always wind up getting romantically involved. I think we're doomed to having an all or nothing relationship.

While the biggest emotion I am feeling today is relief, the Ex-Future Mrs. Meanie did provide me with a lot of fond memories and I will always be grateful to her for them. She's helped me grow as a person. She's helped me to become a better man. She's helped me experience love in ways I didn't know were possible. However as I'm finding out, sometimes love just ain't enough.

Has American Idol Jumped the Shark?

As I was watching the American Idol auditions tonight, I couldn't help but wonder if the show is still about finding the most talented singers hiding amongst everyday ordinary Americans, or if it has simply become a stage for finding the biggest, fattest, saddest sob stories in America and then jamming them down our throats?

This over the top nauseating trend seemed to start last year with Danny Gokey. He was the borderline talented singer who's wife passed away just weeks before his Idol journey began. The Idol producers managed to parlay the "dead wife" angle into a third place finish for Gokey while his much more talented friend (Jamar Rogers) didn't even make it out of Hollywood and into the Top 36.

Now, I'm no expert on everything American Idol as I missed the first 6 seasons (I only started watching in Season 7 because I thought David Cook was cool, and I watched Season 8 because of my man-crush on Adam Lambert and my mad love for Megan Joy), but from the auditions I've seen so far, I'm struggling to find a reason to watch Season 9.

Seriously, who the hell is there to root for?? Some of the talent is ok - but it seems most were getting through to Hollywood as a result of their "hard luck" stories (surviving cancer, surviving prison, surviving the ghetto) as opposed to mad vocal skillz. Even when there wasn't really a hard luck story to be found the producers would just make one up! One young girl was still reeling from her parents divorce earlier this year (welcome to the other 50% of America darling), while another was there to escape her small town life.

*sigh*

Sadly, the best audition I've seen through the first 6 cities was General Larry Platt singing "Pants on the Ground".

The real unfortunate part is it looks like most of the really good talent didn't even get to audition for the judges. Check out this blog here and you will see tale after tale of Idol rejects who were told that they "weren't what Idol was looking for this year". And these weren't the regular retards rejects that we see during the audition process - some of these kids have some serious talent!

I suppose in hindsight they probably should have told the producers that they were gang-banging cancer survivors who's parents got divorced while they were in a small town prison. Oh well, guess they'll know better for next year.

The Disappearing Meanie

As you may or may not have noticed, I haven't posted anything to my blog for the last couple of months. The question I guess is why? Well, that's a question easier to ask than answer.

I could tell you that I haven't been blogging because I recently moved in with the Future Mrs. Meanie and have been otherwise occupied, but, that would only be half true. Yes, after 5 of the most turbulent happiest years of my life, the Future Mrs. Meanie and I finally took the plunge and decided to wake up miserable next to each other every morning! However, I've still had plenty of time to blog, so that ain't it.

I could tell you that we renovated the basement creating the perfect "Man-Cave" and that my time has been extremely limited, but the truth is, we hired a contractor.

I'm Canadian and it's hockey season so I could always use that as an excuse! But the sad reality is that I'm a Leafs fan so there hasn't been a whole lot to get excited about this year. Or last year. Or the year before that. Or the year before that. Or the year.....ah, you get the idea.

I could tell you that I was up to my ears in alligators leading up to the holidays and needed a month to recover, but, the truth is that the holidays were very relaxing.

Would you believe that I was Tiger Woods 20th mistress??

Feeding hungry kids in Africa??

Fighting Somali Pirates??

Helping to rebuild Haiti?

Sadly, I have no viable excuse for not blogging. Almost every day for the last two months I've sat down at my computer, and while I've had a ton of ideas for this blog, for some inexplicable reason, I can't seem to get those ideas out of my head and onto the screen.

But, I'm back now! No more excuses for not writing. I have some exciting things planned for this blog, so I promise, if you stick with me, you will be thoroughly entertained. Probably. Maybe. Ok, all I can promise is that there will be words on the page. I hope you enjoy them.